My Daily Rhapsody

solitude in metro life
“I have become a part of this cruel game”

Waking up with the alarm call,
I wish somebody throw it at the wall,
still dark, I don’t want to rise,
gone the days when I used to sleep after sunrise,
dressed in layers to escape the cold,
roads are filled with people from young to old,
traveling in crowded buses and Delhi Metro,
where everybody is standing on my foot, I am shouting “Hello!”,
I am suffocating and there is no air for me,
there is no one to blame, I am not the only,

I never thought of getting lost in the crowd,
imagining myself in flashy formal dresses, carrying a lunchbox, I would have laughed aloud,
but now I have become one of them,
working like machines from nine to seven,

I work as I have to learn,
like any other who want few bucks to earn,
eyes on the computer screen, ear pain of unpleasant chattering of keys,
I look around, unfortunately, I have turned into one of those geeks,
finally, the sufferings get over by evening,
the mind goes blank, body is paining,
I couldn’t laugh at those tired faces,
everybody is so right in their places,

they have their homes to go, I don’t have one,
somebody must be waiting for them,
but for me, nobody is waiting at the door,
I don’t have anyone to run or to hold,
watching them hugging and snuggling,
I wish I could have someone worrying,

Friends complain of ignoring them,
of not calling and messaging or at least replying them,
but I couldn’t defend myself long,
they are right, life has made me wrong,
I don’t have time for my own,
a moment for me to cry alone,
counting the days in the calendar,
waiting for the weekend to surrender,
then perhaps I will placate every soul,
on one Sunday I will message everyone and call,
but the days of fun are long gone,
we all have jumped in the rat race and are all alone,

I am signing off, have to sleep early,
there are no dreams waiting or any fantasy,
tomorrow I have to rise again,
as I have become a part of this cruel game…


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